Chapter 74 Swing Why Are You Still Standing Here?
Although Orlando is not a prince, but the illegitimate son of the previous king, he enjoys high power and holds a noble title. He is very impressive in both temperament and appearance.
Who is he trying to pursue to the point of resorting to love potions? Was it because he was rejected so badly?
Darien thought about it for a moment and then gave up thinking about it any further. He was not that interested in other people's private affairs. He still had a lot of things to do.
The love potion prepared for Lady Mary has been sold, so I have to quickly replace it. Lady Mary's next visit should be after the coronation, but it may also be earlier.
Darien stood up and walked towards the alchemy room.
Sewell hurried to follow.
Alchemy room, love dust refining.
"Sevier, I need a portion of lead dust and a bundle of dried verbena," said Darien.
"Okay." Seville opened the herb cabinet, found the verbena first, and then shoveled out some lead dust.
Generally, the master says that one part of lead dust or other types of dust weighs 200 grams and is weighed on a scale.
While Mr. Crow was busy, Mr. Mage was looking through the recipe for the Death Dream Potion.
In order to die in a sweet dream, he had to add some of the ingredients of the sweet dream potion into the death dream potion. He had to look carefully to avoid wasting the ingredients.
He was so engrossed in reading that when he closed the book, Sewell had already prepared the lead dust and verbena, waiting for him to deal with it without saying a word.
It is actually very difficult to turn an intangible emotion into tangible dust.
Every time Darian refined the dust, he would admire the genius magician who had figured out this method of use. What kind of perseverance would it take to persist through hundreds of explosions until success? Only an experimentalist like Hawkins could do it.
He picked up the lead powder, placed it on the alchemy table, then lit the verbena bundle and chanted a spell.
The burning verbena bundle surrounded the lead powder, and the milky white smoke sank upwards and enveloped the lead powder. The white mist gradually took shape, like a layer of white ash, dyeing the entire plate of lead powder a different color.
When the verbena bundle burned to the last bit, Darien put it into a glass jar prepared nearby, covered it with a lid, and the flame quickly went out.
Now the only thing left is to blend love into the powder in front of you.
Darien held his breath, took several steps back before starting, and said in a loud voice: "Dear Adelaide, please bless me."
After saying that, he walked forward, pulled out the bottle containing love, and gently turned the bottle upside down. The pink mist fell bit by bit and was absorbed into the dish of powder.
The originally grayish-white powder began to take on color, and as it was slowly poured, the entire plate of powder turned pink.
Darien didn't dare breathe deeply, for fear of blowing the powder away.
After emptying the glass bottle, he waited quietly for a while. The pink powder did not change at all, so he carefully used a spoon to scoop it into the glass bottle that had been prepared long ago.
Put the cap on the bottle and you're done.
Sewell, who had been standing silently like a statue behind Darien, could now speak.
He asked, "Who is Adelaide?"
Darien put the love powder into the cabinet. "I don't know either, but the recipe specifically states that this sentence must be clearly pronounced before the final step of making the love powder. To ensure the powder is mixed smoothly, I have to do so."
Sewell was silent for a moment, then said, "This is really strange."
Darien agreed. "But there's no other way. Every step of any successful recipe cannot be changed. If a recipe requires me to sing a song to the crucible before refining it, I must do it."
Seville didn't say anything. He was thinking that it was no wonder that most people thought that pharmacists and some magicians were not mentally normal.
So that's why.
Then Darien skillfully prepared a love potion and placed it in the medicine cabinet.
If there are no guests, he will enjoy his leisure time.
So Darien came to the garden. He thought that the garden he had been looking at for a long time seemed a little empty and that there should be a swing here.
It's up to Mr. Crow to do it.
Sewell said: "Good owner, the swing should be set up in front of the rose bush or under the apple tree. The cherry tree is also a good place."
Darien thought for a moment and said, "A rose tree wouldn't do. If you fall into one, you'll get pricked by thorns. An apple tree would hit you on the head. As for a cherry tree, its branches aren't strong enough. If you hang a swing on it, it'll break."
He rejected all these options one by one, and he didn't know where a more suitable place to put a swing was.
Sewell said, "How about under that oak tree by the fence? The branches are strong enough, and the fruit is small enough that it won't hurt when it falls when it's ripe."
Darien nodded, "Under the oak tree then. I want to sit on the swing this afternoon."
"Of course," said Sewell, "you'll be able to ride on the swing this afternoon."
Darien was very satisfied, so he strolled outside the fence to see the herbs that he had not observed for a long time. Seville took good care of them, and each different type of herb was marked so that he could distinguish them when taking care of them.
The herbs in the herb garden were growing vigorously. Some were in bud, some were in bloom, and some had just sprouted and were crawling low at his feet. Darien squatted down, inspected the leaves from the soil, then picked some leaves, crushed them and smelled them.
Sewell took good care of them all.
Thinking of this, Darien smiled with satisfaction. From now on, he could get up later in the morning. The herb garden could be left to Seville to take care of, while he could curl up in bed and enjoy the morning time.
Darien walked further in and came to the garden of sweet dream flowers and nightmare grass. These two herbs have the same origin and their ancestors are the same grass, so sometimes the young sweet dream flowers will mutate into nightmare grass, and nightmare grass will also mutate into sweet dream flowers.
The potion for making people die from nightmares usually only uses nightmare grass. A large amount of nightmare grass will cause people to die in a nightmare, and the dead person's body will turn blue and white. Adding more sweet dream flowers can turn the nightmare into a sweet dream, but it will still be fatal.
Tiny amounts of these two herbs can create both pleasant dreams and nightmares, but they must be measured precisely by gram or there's a risk of death.
Darian tapped the bud of the sweet dream flower. The bud was still very hard, as hard as granite. It would probably take at least three days for the bud to bloom.
What is needed in the potion are the stamens and a small number of petals from mature flowers, and they must be naturally grown; artificially ripened ones will not work.
So even though Darien mastered the spells and potions to ripen plants, he basically only used them on vegetables and fruits, and never on herbs.
Seville, who was in the garden, returned to the tower, took out a few wooden boards and a bundle of hemp rope from the tool room, took them out together with the tools, sat on the lawn in the garden and started working.
After Darien finished inspecting the herb garden, he sat down next to Sewell and watched him build a swing.
Sewell distracted himself a little to look at Darien, who was sitting cross-legged, bending down a little and stretching his hand to reach the ball of hemp rope.
Like a curious cat.
The thin sunlight slanted on Darien's body, and the joyful spots of light danced among his platinum hair. The color of the soft hair faded, making Seville think of soft and shiny satin, and also of champagne in a tall glass. The gurgling sound and the fine bubbles competed to burst in his heart.
"Sevier," Darien's voice interrupted the peeking.
"I am here, Master." Sewell's gaze met a pair of eyes as green as emeralds.
"You're not paying attention. Look at your men." Darien's beautiful green eyes moved away and looked down.
Seville's gaze finally moved downwards. He accidentally rubbed off a small corner of the wooden board he was polishing.
"I'm going to round off all four corners of this board," he explained quickly.
"Really?" Darien didn't believe it.
Next, Mr. Crow worked very hard to round off the four corners of the board and drill holes in it, which increased Mr. Wizard's trust in him.
The wooden board and rope are ready, so there are not many steps left. You just need to hang the wooden board on the treetop.
Sewell climbed up the tree, and Darien looked up at him from under the tree.
The agile Mr. Crow quickly tied the hemp rope to the thickest branch and tied a series of sailor knots on it. Now Mr. Wizard can enjoy the swing he has been waiting for for a long time.
Darien didn't wait for Sewell to come down from the tree. Instead, he sat on the swing himself, pushed his toes against the ground, and then let go.
The platinum-blonde hair fluttered in the wind.
"Fun!" Darien felt the oncoming wind and the weightlessness of his body, and felt like a bird suddenly falling from the sky.
Sewell slid down from the tree and stood aside but didn't say anything. He was waiting for Darien to ask him to push the swing.
But Darien was having so much fun that he didn't notice that there was a person standing next to the tree. He pushed himself up again and again, like a flying bird, and was having a lot of fun.
Mr. Crow was now a depressed black crow, standing darkly beside the tree, like a ghost just dug out of the grave.
Darien was tired from playing and finally noticed that Sewell was still standing there.
As soon as his gaze fell, the lonely ghost immediately turned back into the dedicated assistant and housekeeper.
"Why are you still here?" he asked.
"I'm waiting for your instructions. Do you need me to push the swing for you?" Sewell said with a smile.
"No, I can play by myself. Go to the kitchen. Mrs. Fitch must need you right now." Darien didn't think too much about it, but waved his hand to drive the crow away.
Mr. Crow was heartbroken.
Soon the day of Princess Yolanda's coronation ceremony arrived. There had already been a Queen Celeste in the history of the Rose Dynasty, and it was she who led the dynasty to its heyday.
As for the second queen, Yolanda, I believe she will also lead the dynasty into a new era like her ancestor.
There were two names written on the invitations that Darien and Sewell received, Viscount Todmond and Baron Jon. Their status was not high and not very prominent, so it would not be too difficult to socialize with them.
The coronation ceremony was held in the largest church in the royal city. Before Princess Yolanda entered, the nobles and bishops had to take their seats in the church.
Darien and Sevier took the invitation, changed their appearance, and easily passed the guards' inspection. They found seats on the wooden chairs on both sides of the church.
The church was decorated with gold, shining not only with the bright flames of thousands of candles, but also with jewel brooches and jewel headdresses. The nobles here decorated themselves with the most dazzling ornaments, and everyone had a smile on their face.
Their first two kings had died not long ago, and they were clearly still in mourning, yet those smiles were so genuine. Of course, a living queen was more important than those ghosts who had long been buried in the grave.
Darien looked down at his large green emerald brooch. It was a very traditional oval cut, with a circle of sparkling diamonds inlaid around it. Every angle reflected a different brilliance, and it looked no worse than anyone else around him.
He straightened his chest, allowing the beautiful jeweled brooch to watch the coronation with him.
As his assistant, Seville could temporarily enjoy the right to wear beautiful jewelry. He picked out a ruby brooch for him, which was also very beautiful.
Princess Yolanda and her team did not arrive so quickly, and the nobles were still taking their seats. Darien saw Lady Mary and her husband, the Earl, but not Kenneth.
Darian guessed that Kenneth was probably still working towards his dream in some corner of the continent.
Every empty seat finally found its place, and soon after, music and cheers could be heard from far away outside the open church door.
Princess Yolanda's convoy has arrived.
Just like every king's coronation ceremony, before Princess Yolanda entered the church, every seated noble and bishop stood up and saluted towards the door.
Darien and Sevier also looked out the door.
Princess Yolanda wore a pure white gown with a heavy ceremonial robe draped over her shoulders. She was followed by six maids holding the edge of the robe, each wearing a sparkling diamond wreath on their heads.
There was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth. Although she had not been crowned yet, her face was already majestic enough. At this moment, she was a true queen, walking step by step towards the throne that belonged to her.
This red-carpeted road is not long, and at the end stands the Pope and a tall chair.
A little further back is a long table with a crown, a scepter and a holy cross.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Princess Yolanda walked to the seat, calmly stepped onto the steps of the seat, and then sat down.
Sword-wielding ceremonial officers and bishops of the Holy See stood beside her, surrounding her tightly.
Two scepters were placed in her hands, and then the Pope read a long speech.
Darien tried to listen carefully, but the speech was a little too dull. The Pope's old and hoarse voice introduced Princess Yolanda to her people and asked the nobles to pay their respects to her.
Darien and Seville followed the example of the people around them and bowed slightly to Princess Yolanda as a sign of respect.
The Pope then asked her if she would be a suitable king.
Princess Yolanda replied, "I am willing to swear an unbreakable oath to dedicate my life to the preservation of this dynasty, the laws that are in force, and the protection and blessing of all the people who live on its lands."
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